Scarily brave

Boredom and stagnation are my two pet hates. If I find myself in either camp, I think, why? Where am I not growing? The idea that we can land on a comfortable plateau is a fallacy. I can do that when I'm 80. It scares the pants off-a-me. It's impossible to ride a flat line without thinking where am I heading? Maybe it's my personality type. The beautiful thing about being a designer, the essential skill you need, before anything you "draw", is being a kick ass ideas generator. And this skill is a golden key for many other areas of life. Every rut, every stagnation, confusion or personal blindspot, has a creative key to unlock it.

How exciting is that thought?

Yet growth is a choice. It comes at a cost. And sometimes that cost can be mighty high. It can be the letting go of well worn but limiting relationships. Leaving a repetitive, groundhog day job. Sacrificing comfort without any guarantee of knowing when the repayment is coming. It's hard.

But if you avoid it? Ouch. That's an agreement with yourself that you'd rather not go there and find the exciting / stretching / new thing. Isn't that a definition of ignorance is bliss? Sometimes it is easier to go through the motions. But those motions can be so predictable. Where's the adventure in that? Wouldn't you rather find out something scarily brave about yourself?